Sands of Time (Hellsing•AU)

Luceafarul by Eminescu

Romanian death of a loved one
Luceafărul (Eminescu)

Luceafărul
by Mihai Eminescu

"Romania Jună" Literary Academic Society of Vienna, 1883
Once upon a time in stories,
It was like never,
From great royal relatives,
Too beautiful girl.

And she was one of her parents
and proud of all things,
such as the Virgin among the saints
and the moon among the stars.

From the shadow of the vaulted vaults
She steps and heads to the
window, where in the corner
Luceafărul is waiting.

He watched in the sea as on the sea
Sunrise and brightness,
On the moving paths
of the Black Ship he leads.

He sees him today, he sees hands,
so his desire is ready;
He again, looking for weeks, his
dear girl falls.

How she lay on her elbow
Dreaming of her temples
Of his longing and heart
And his soul is fulfilled.

And how vivid he lights
In every salt,
In the shadow of the black castle
When she will appear to him.

*

And step by step she
slipped into the room,
waving the sparks with a chorus of sparks
.

And when in bed she lies straight as a
child to sleep,
she touches her hands on her chest,
she closes her sweet eye;

And from the glowing mirror
The body spills,
On the big eyes, knocking closed
On her face turned.

She was looking at him with a smile,
He was trembling in the mirror,
For he was following her deep in the dream
To catch her soul.

And she was talking to him in her sleep,
Sighing with a heavy sigh
- "Oh, my sweet lord of the night,
Why don't you come? Come!

Descend, O gentle
glide on a beam,
penetrates to house and mind
and my life gleam! "

He listens and trembles and
lights louder
and it throws lightning
plunges into the sea;

And the water where they fell
In circles it rotates,
And from the unknown unknown
A proud young man grows.

He lightly passes like a threshold
On the edge of the window
And holds in his hand a
reed crowned with reeds.

He looked like a young voivode
With soft golden hair,
A swollen bruise ends
knotted on his bare shoulders.

And the shadow of the old man's face
Is white as wax -
A beautiful dead man with bright eyes
What sparkles out.

- "From my sphere you came with difficulty
To follow your call,
And heaven is my father
And my mother is the sea.

To come to your chamber,
To look closely at you,
I went down with my serene
And I was born of water.

Oh, come on! my unspeakable smell,
and your world leaves it;
I am the top shoe maker,
and you are my bride.

Around the bean palaces
It takes you many centuries,
and everyone in the ocean
For you to listen to. "

-" O, you are beautiful, as in a dream
An angel looks,
Gives in the way you have open
Never walk;

Stranger in speech and harbor, You
shine without life,
For I am alive, you are dead,
And your eye freezes me. "

*

One day passed, three passed,
and again, at night, the
Luceafăr comes over her
with the clear rays.